Love Yourself Tear The Notes Novels & Stories

~ You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes or their fancy car. You love them because they sing a song only you can hear. ~ //Chapter Twenty-seven\\ Noel's POV Hi love, I had to leave this morning- sadly though. I made omelets, go grab it while its hot assuming you wake up early. See you later. PS: dress warmly. I added the note to the other notes inside my shoe box in the last drawer. The shoe box was getting full, it was filled with all the notes Aaron sent me during English class and the ones he left in morning. I don't know why I'm keeping them or maybe I do.

I found some cash laid neatly under the nightshade and with it was a note that read; Enjoy the cash, I kind of felt bad since you were a virgin, but just take this as a life lesson that you can never trust too much, even your own family. Over and over again my eyes scanned through the note, the contents remaining unchanged. Tears rolled from my eyes slowly dropping on the piece of paper. I cried quietly like this for a moment, then took a deep breath brushing off my remaining tears with the back of my hand. “No way, Kyle wouldn't do this to me!”

Love yourself! END.

Rain had started again gentle, steady, like a familiar song playing from far away. She went to close the window, and that’s when she noticed it. An envelope slipped halfway under her door. Her pulse spiked. She hesitated, heart thudding. She picked it up plain white, her name written in handwriting she’d know anywhere. Liam. Her hands trembled slightly as she tore it open. “You once told me leaving was your only way of loving yourself again. I think I understand that now. I don’t expect you to forgive me, or to come back.

I am sorry for leading you on. -Violet' Tears streamed down my face as I stared at the note. I can not believe she just left me. I gave her everything she could have wanted and more, but she just up and leaves me for no reason at all? Sadness and anger flowed through me as I stared at the note, trying to make sense of it. Looking it over for the 10th time, I noticed something. Her name. She never signs her full name with me. I picked up my phone and went through my contacts. I called the one person who would know what was going on with her.

Love. END

5 Yours Truly, Kat He could figure out what most of the note said. I had an amazing time. I want to see you again. I hope you understand. Please call me. She had definitely left her phone number. It meant that she wanted him to find her. She had wanted more. The fear that she was married or uninterested evaporated as soon as he saw the note. Unfortunately, he had no way of telling her that since he couldn’t read her phone number.

Otherwise, he would end things for good. I loved him too much back then. I couldn't bear the thought of losing him. So I agreed. But love isn't meant to be a form of torture. Once the heart wears out, leaving is the only way forward. Remembering it all, I couldn't help but laugh bitterly under my breath. I ended the call, returned the ring to its box, and waved goodbye to James before turning toward home. But as I reached the curb, Jonathan's car pulled up beside me. He rolled down the window, his eyes dropping to what I held in my hand. "What did you just buy?"

Someone who remembered her love for sunflowers, though she was allergic to pollen… “No need for that.” She reached out and helped Liam to his feet while brushing her fingers against the cream smeared on his face, “I already have an answer…” Liam suddenly covered her mouth and yelped, “Wait! Hold on, I have a script!” When he frantically reached for his phone, he accidentally yanked out a bunch of small handwritten notes, which scattered all over the floor. Anise picked up one of them. It read, [Important: Learn to respect and love her. Always think about her needs first.]

After hanging up, Linda was triumphant. "Mrs. Rivers, you finally fell into my hands! When you schemed to make Mr. Rivers abandon us years ago, you should have known this day would come!" Her footsteps soon faded away. I collapsed weakly on the floor. My voice was already hoarse, and the darkness silently consumed me. I could not control myself and bit my wrist until it bled. Blood flowed freely, and the blood loss made me dizzy. Memories flashed through my mind like a slideshow. There was Jonathan, who knelt at my family's door for three days and nights to marry me.